Seth Skorkowsky > Quotes

“She ain't no whore," the old man had grumbled. "She's a lady. And the lady likes leather.”
― Seth Skorkowsky, Dämoren

“And if you join us, I can promise you that long after you're old, and gray, and I dig your grave, and take you to the other side, you'll remember what happened when Malcolm Romero came calling.”
― Seth Skorkowsky, Hounacier

“What’s this one?” Allan said, holding up a blocky pistol. “Glock,” Matt answered. Allan flipped it over. “How big is the clip for it?” “Magazine,” Matt corrected. “They always call it a clip on the telly.” “So? TV and movies also say that UV hurts vampires like sunlight, too.” Allan frowned. “All right. How much does the magazine hold?” “Seventeen,”
― Seth Skorkowsky, Dämoren

“Danger and romance always draws a crowd.”
― Seth Skorkowsky, Mountain of Daggers

“Demons loved hitchhiking about as much as they loved picking up hitchhikers.”
― Seth Skorkowsky, Hounacier

“We're supposed to be killing those things, not decorating with them.”
― Seth Skorkowsky, Dämoren

“New Orleans held its own special breed of homeless residents. The city was a magnet for demonic energy, and many former familiars, their masters long dead, were drawn here as well. Most never knew why they felt the calling. A few managed seemingly normal lives. The rest were simply insane. Junkies looking for a fix they didn't know or understand. San Francisco was the same way.”
― Seth Skorkowsky, Hounacier

“The blood on your hands may soon be your own.”
― Seth Skorkowsky, Mountain of Daggers

“He knew this city, watched it grow, fall, and rise again. Its allure had drawn him back many times, and he loved it more than he fully understood. He was known here, a legend himself. He was the rougarou, and this city was his.”
― Seth Skorkowsky, Hounacier

“Kill some to save many.”
― Seth Skorkowsky, Dämoren

“My great-great-grandfather was an Egyptologist, which is really just a polite term for grave-robber.”
― Seth Skorkowsky, Dämoren

“Mal's foot splashed ahead and soon Victoria was sloshing through cold, ankle-deep water as Orlovski strolled atop it like Tactical Jesus.”
― Seth Skorkowsky, Ibenus

“Welcome to the Tyenee.”
― Seth Skorkowsky, Mountain of Daggers

“They'll fear, and there's always a market for fear.”
― Seth Skorkowsky, Hounacier

“Thieves gossip like whores. You shouldn’t believe everything you’ve heard.”
― Seth Skorkowsky, Mountain of Daggers

“When the laws of the universe are called and powers are invoked or bound by their true names, waves are felt everywhere. That's when prophecies come true. All worlds feel the ripples.”
― Seth Skorkowsky, Dämoren

“I’d like to talk to this man.”
“I’m afraid that isn’t possible.”
“Why?”
“Because he was found in an alley with this in his back.” Mashkov held up a broken black and green glass knife. The swirled glass was beautifully crafted into an ideal grip. Its jagged, broken end showed to have once been a tri-bladed stiletto. “The blade shattered inside him.”
― Seth Skorkowsky, Mountain of Daggers

“I can show you the darkness as no mortal has ever seen it. But for a price…”
― Seth Skorkowsky, Mountain of Daggers

“Overconfidence will kill you. We're about to put this monster in a corner and if you make one mistake, it'll rip you in half. Just do exactly what I say, and this will work. Get cocky, think that mask will keep it off you, and it'll be your corpse we're burning in a dumpster. Understood?”
― Seth Skorkowsky, Hounacier

“The man wearing an olive green coat stepped inside, holding some odd mating of a bowie knife and the biggest handgun in the world.”
― Seth Skorkowsky, Dämoren

“You have blood on these hands,” the old woman muttered. Her dry wrinkled fingers worked their way firmly across Ahren’s palms. “Cleaning them is useless. There is more to come.”
― Seth Skorkowsky, Mountain of Daggers

“His faith was born in terror. How else could he have expected it to end?”
― Seth Skorkowsky, Hounacier

“Killing a demon needs a special weapon." He raised the gun up higher, turning it over for Spencer to see. Swirls of gold etched the blackened metal. A gleaming edge ran the length of the ten-inch blade mounted below its octagonal barrel. "A holy weapon.”
― Seth Skorkowsky, Dämoren